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Jan 2017
light forms from fixtures in the empty parts kept deepest within us.
(i think we're afraid to share,
scared of growing dull if we give too much of ourselves away)
i have just a bulb in me,
the type of light that shines in a basement (kept tidy, though).
i don't prefer lamp shades or light covers
i thought it'd be beneficial to show my light off,
to project
to present how bright it is in there.
a whole life of keeping my bulb uncovered in a world kept hidden deep in their own chests
has left me little
by little
less bright.

who's to blame, really.
and who's smarter for it
this is kinda like me being really open to knowledge and change, me not being afraid to change myself after learning something I maybe didn't want to hear.
in a world where a lot of people would much rather just not hear it, so they don't have to feel guilty for not making a change
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   Marshall CB Hiatt and ---
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